Land of the dead, Home of the weak! Lyrics

God knows ugly, he know me nigga

Soul too dirty just like the beat

They sip the dirty sprite where I'm from, purple swag through the golden teeth

Hands and knees on the down on the ground, they was praying it don't catch me

My body up late nights trynna catch sleep (yeah)

Back up early mornings to let my thoughts ride

Amusement park to the park slide

We little boys from the north side

Bullets don't let remorse fly

Methods black women cry

We in the land of the dead, home of weak

Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep

Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat

We in the land of the dead, home of the weak

We in the land of the walking dead

My pen like Lucille, it give me power, im bussin' heads, yall niggas cowards

Paint my picture so grand Ray Charles could see it

Is murder considered murder if done while grieving

Cause they killed one of yours left the body on the floor

We want revenge so a hollow my friend, even the score

My pop pretend like he don't wanna extend them niggas necks

For killing robert over his pair of shoes, blood where stepin

I can't conceal my feelings just like its a weapon

I'll open carry, its get scary like Mr Terry

Ballin up in boston, the 4th quarter, yall niggas fear me

I'll pass a bullet like magic johnson, 32 dearly

Fuck all these niggas, I'll let em feel me

Gotta stay active, they trynna peel me

Niggas adaptive, fuck how u feel g

My niggas snapping, we finna kill these nigga rappin,

And tell the detective we don't know what happened

My stories smackin, the highs, the lows, the mids, the back end

Land of the dead, we all killers, but juney captain

Take 2 fourths of you, we playin w fractions

I endorse feelings when I b rappin

They endorse off a like and a caption

We in the land of the walking dead

We all turn to killers so self esteem can keep us feed

We in the land of the dead, home of weak

Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep

Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat

We in the land of the dead, home of the weak

We in the land of the dead, home of weak

Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep

Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat

We in the land of the dead, home of the weak